 Cherish them with your life. Yes, Mr. Jefferson. And, Fred, as soon as you get back to Williamsburg, see that this one is hurried off to my wife at Monticello. I will, sir. The last I heard from her was weeks ago. I'm afraid for her health. She's not well. Forgive me, sir, but you need a rest yourself. For days you've been doing nothing but writing, writing, writing. Oh, how can I rest?